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golden daze.

i hit the swerves today for 2.5 hours, or in euro time, 10 kilodays. it was a small group, just a camera and a kona and a dickwad you’ve come to know as shankhock.

i treasured every single kineto-slide, barkwipe, jog-ram, slab-blaster, lever-chint, and sparkle whip. there were about 30 of each. it was grandeur, just really all of it. for sections of the jaunt, i was being violated cruelly. in other whispery and hurtless stretches, i was spreading mayonnaise on potato bread.

i’m not sure what else to say about some shit that should be happening more frequently. it wasn’t epic, but it mattered pretty much the same– lots.

turbo hippy-pike.

camaro 500 turbo leafer by The Speed Bros, Bakersfield, CA.

g-out, force re-boot, then check the dipstick for shotpeen rattles. if the problem persists, see a qualified bicycle whiner-mechanic.

Last Friday was probably the last 60 degree day we’ll see in Chitown for some time…I took full advantage. Off work at 9:45 am, at the trails and riding by 10:30. Rode until about 3:30 pm. Damn it felt good.

HaHa- I feel like stealing a car dressed in a santa suit after watching that video then rob a liquor store with just the santa boots on. I think I may have got kennel cough from watching the video from start to finish.
Thats a straight up backwoods motha fuckin write up!